Page 91 of Claimed By the Mothman

“You would take all of me.” A trill of tension escaped him, raw and insectile, “You would let me spill in your mouth as if it would satiate your hunger.”

She moaned, the sound vibrating through her throat as she took him deeper. The feel of him, hot and slick and impossibly alive, filled her with something close to awe. Every ridge, every twitch of his cock was a revelation.

“No.” His voice snapped the air like a whip. He moved back just far enough to pull from her mouth.

She looked up at him, dazed. Water trailed down his face like tears. His pupils were blown wide, glowing dimly in the steam. His chest heaved.

“I will not finish like this,” he said, his voice vibrating with restraint. “Not in your mouth. Not when I can be inside you.”

He reached down and brushed the backs of his claws against her cheeks “When I am undone,” he murmured, “when I give in to the pull, I wish to be buried in you. Later, when you are limp and trembling, I may allow you to finish what you have begun.”

She reached for his hand and he pulled her up like she weighed nothing. Her skin slid against his chest as he cradled her upright. He bent, his spine shifting subtly, his shoulders angling with a grace that felt almost serpentine. His antennae dipped forward, brushing lightly against her forehead as he brought his face down to hers and gently kissed her.

His mouth moved against hers tenderly and she melted into him, arms winding around his neck as fingertips brushed against the damp fuzz at his nape. His tongue slid out, gently teasing her lips open, and—

—she sneezed. Violently.

Nell jerked back with a startled yelp, hand flying to her face. “Oh gods. Sorry—I—there waswaterin my—ugh, my nose—”

Sig dashed water from his eyes. Then made his strange, deep, chuffing laugh.

She groaned, face flaming. “This issonot sexy.”

He leaned in again, brushing his mouth just beneath her ear. “Then let us correct that.”

In one seamless motion, he spun her gently to face the wall, pressing her palms flat against the tile. Her breath caught as he stepped up behind her, body fitting flush against hers, his cock hot and heavy against her back.

He slid a hand down her until his fingers dipped into the wet heat between her thighs. Nell whimpered as he teased her open.

“Nell,” he whispered. “I will never tire of this—of you.”

He bucked forward with one deep, devastating thrust and she howled, rearing back against him, sinking him as far as he could go into her body. He withdrew and drove into her again, harder this time, and he began to move like a creature possessed. His rhythmic thrusts became faster, needier, each snap of his hips a brokenhallelujah.

Panting, Nell reached back, fingers scrabbling desperate to touch him. Her hand found his thigh, the tense muscle flexing with every grind. She dragged her fingers to where they were joined, reveling in the feel of him drawing in and out, claiming her, wrecking her.

He clicked, sharply, then pulled out from her. She let out a raw groan of protest, but before she could turn, his hands were already on her waist, firm and trembling.

“I need your face.” Sig’s voice throbbed between registers, not quite stable. “I need to see youbreak.”

With a heave, he lifted her, slamming her back against the wall—and into the shower dial.

“FUCK—OW!”

“Nell!” Horror and arousal colliding in his voice. “You are harmed! Did I—?”

“No,” she choked, somewhere between laughter and agony. “Just—wrong wall!The knob’s in myspine!”

Sig’s eyes were wild with panic and remorse. “Must we stop, beloved?”

“No, no, just—but like—over there.” She flailed an arm toward a safer patch of tile.

He muttered something sharp and clicky in his language. The water shattered across his back as he turned, carefully this time, and slammed her against a safer wall.

“Better?” he rumbled.

“Yes,” she hissed into his ear, curling her arm around his neck.

He was back inside her in one brutal, perfect thrust, holding her up with effortless strength, one clasper curled around her thigh for balance as the other stroked slow devotion into her ribs.